{"id":9738,"date":"2025-02-26T19:39:20","date_gmt":"2025-02-26T19:39:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/justpaste.in\/blogs\/truffle-hunting-chateau-living-wine-tasting-french-dordogne-valley\/"},"modified":"2026-08-04T10:13:14","modified_gmt":"2026-08-04T10:13:14","slug":"truffle-hunting-chateau-living-wine-tasting-french-dordogne-valley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/justpaste.in\/blogs\/truffle-hunting-chateau-living-wine-tasting-french-dordogne-valley\/","title":{"rendered":"Truffle Hunting In Dordogne, France: What It\u2019s Really Like & Manoir de Malagorse Hotel Review"},"content":{"rendered":"

Confession time: I’ve never really been a fan of mushrooms. I just find the taste a bit too ‘earthy’ (I typically describe them as tasting like mushy dirt). I can’t honestly tell you why either. In small quantities (e.g. mini pieces on a pizza), I can just about handle them but when you serve up a huge piece (like say, a portobello mushroom), this is where I draw the line.<\/p>\n

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Needless to say, when asked about truffles (especially with them being in the mushroom family), I typically decline. It also kinda helps that they’re expensive so I never really went out of my way to eat something I didn’t really like.<\/p>\n

Our trip to the Dordogne Valley<\/a> changed that quite a bit (for truffles only – I still don’t like mushrooms) in general. Truffles don’t taste quite like regular mushrooms for starters… and, you’ve never unlike to eat huge quantities of proper truffles in one sitting so you probably won’t ever get ‘overwhelmed’ by the taste. They also smell absolutely amazing and so, slowly but surely, over the course of the day, they finally won me over.<\/p>\n

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Truffle-loving aside, one thing we got up to when we were in the Dordogne Valley was truffle hunting (you can also go truffle hunting in the UK, by the way).<\/p>\n

It was the wrong time of year for them, but we still got something of an education in how they are found, how the truffles release a gas that kills vegetation around the oak trees they grow on (hence the circular ‘bald patch’ around the oak trees – also a key way to tell if there might be truffles to be found on the tree roots) but most interestingly (at least to me), how expensive truffle dogs are…etc.<\/p>\n

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At this point, I know I’m going on far too much about truffles but please bear with :-). <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

In the past, people used truffle pigs to find truffles (which probably comes as no surprise), but what I didn’t know was that the pigs would then attempt to eat the truffles.<\/p>\n

A single good truffle can start at about \u00a35000 (it goes a lot higher), so you can imagine what kind of horror this caused for truffle hunters (especially as it can take up to 30 years to grow properly).<\/p>\n

The truffle hunters soon learned to train dogs to do the truffle hunting, the dogs didn’t care much for truffle so it was win-win all round (surprisingly though, the dogs get fed cheese as a reward – I always thought dogs couldn’t have cheese?).<\/p>\n

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This truffling training, in turn, means that a well-trained truffle dog costs A LOT of money, and the farmer here said her dog was stolen, dyed black, and it took six months before they found it.<\/p>\n

Apparently, a stranger saw it wandering somewhere and took it to the police, who identified it with the doggy chip. She’s had the dog back for over six months now, and the black dye is still on the dog (most of it has come off, though).<\/p>\n

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It’s not the right time of year to do proper truffle hunting (that’s usually in winter\u2014say around January), so we got a bit of a live demo, which was quite interesting to watch the dogs work. Plus, it makes for a decent excuse to return to the Dordogne Valley in winter, I reckon.<\/p>\n

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After ‘finding the truffles, ‘ we set about exploring more of the farm and tasting the truffle goodies, including the oils and butter.<\/p>\n

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Okay, enough truffle geekery – time for proper food!<\/p>\n

Dinner and our home for the evening would be in the stately Manoir de Malagorse<\/a>, run by a French and British couple (with their kids) where we had wine tasting all set up and waiting for us, accompanied with a veritable selection of cheeses!<\/p>\n

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First things first though, check-in and chucking our luggage into the rooms…<\/p>\n

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Fancy, a little nosey around the room? Well then, come with…<\/p>\n

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Oh and the one thing you can’t tell from the pictures is how absolutely fragrant the room was. The room is just above the kitchen and they’d been baking all days so the room smelt like freshly baked cookies. It was so perfect, it felt almost unreal, like one of those stories you might read in some old novel somewhere… (Or was that just my hunger?) \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

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There’s just something about old French homes, isn’t there?<\/p>\n

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I had a quick sneak peak as well into the kitchen where dinner prep was afoot…<\/p>\n

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…before heading back out to join the other for a well-earned tipple and education in wine.<\/p>\n

To be honest, I did more of the former and very little of the latter, but that’s what the French countryside is there for, am I right? \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

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I have also wandered off, part way, to explore more of Manoir de Malagorse.<\/p>\n

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After the wine tasting, we headed back in to relax, perhaps even stroll across the greens, and get ready for dinner.<\/p>\n

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Dinner started off with plates of thinly sliced cured meats served with lightly steamed vegetables…<\/p>\n

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…swiftly followed by fish on a bed of creamy mashed potatoes (can’t remember what kind of fish now that I think of it – blame wine).<\/p>\n

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Dessert, which is always my favourite, was melted French caramel candy (apparently a popular childhood favourite) with crumble, ice cream, and strawberries! It was so good!<\/p>\n

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The best part was that all I had to do was stumble up one flight of stairs and end up in bed!<\/p>\n

Now this is the way all evening in rural France should be spent.<\/p>\n

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